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Violets are purple,
Which is a very hard word to rhyme
And makes me happy that on February the 14th we don’t traditionally have to give each other oranges."
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What is the problem that we face. What is the problem which hurts us so? We pour our red out in red ink and paints. We spray the canvas with our hopes and dreams. We feel it, the anguish, the problems.
We’re your inconvenience. Your problem.
Well, I’m sorry if we’re not perfect.
I’m sorry if we can’t do it right.
And why do I even want to?
To be the perfect little sugar coated friend.
To be the one to stand beside you, when I stand alone?
I’m not even being a person, am I?
In the end, I’ll refuse.
You don’t like that?
I’ll stand alone, and face my own fears.
I’ll treat people how they should be.
I don’t care if I am sweet, when I can be me.
I don’t care if I fail, if I can be free.
I don’t want to live in your shadow anymore.
I want to be my own person.
I will be myself.
Sometimes, we don’t know what words to say.
We speak the words other say, over and over.
To ourselves, to each other, to the masses.
What we wanted was a bit of kindness, a bit of love.
We wanted to stamp out cruelty and anger.
Maybe we were scared of change, or
Of those who are different than ourselves…
For these changes never came. Compassion failed.
Where were our dreams? Where was our love?
We waited for a sign of something beautiful.
Why make it, we said, when others will!
Why change, we whispered, when others will.
Why bother, we complained, when they will do it.
We aren’t creatures of hope and dreams.
We are monsters of procrastination.
Monsters who are full of lies to ourselves.
“I’ll change.” “I’ll do better.” “Maybe next time.”
I have seen kindness so sublime and sweet,
only for it to be overshadowed by greed and lust.
This world, infected with hate and corruption.
The innocent, wounded and left in solitude…
The mothers, weeping at what they had hoped for.
Fuck. Fuck it. Fuck this. Fuck so much.
I am angry. I am angry at what I said I’d do.
I am angry at what WE should have done.
I am angry at a world where we could do everything.
We could rally together for change.
We could rally together for love.
We could do anything, hand in hand.
With the masses, everything could have changed.
I’m a fool, I know that much.
I have dreamed of change, and done nothing to make it.
I am angry…
I am angry at the world, at all the people.
I am angry, because I forgive you.
(via redmoonlight)
I am a lot of things, but nothing amazing. I am talented, strong, hopeful, and smart. I can do things that others don't expect and I believe in things few others can. I love all people and their little changes, their little ideas, their little changes. And honestly, I hope to see this world for a long time, to know you... to be let into your heart to share your happiness as well as the sorrows.